The surging of the strange presence within Neveah's veins and her heated skin left her feeling heavy and lightheaded.
Her vision was also dim and so the tall, muscular silhouette that stood before her, shielding her from Lord Conrad appeared more like a shadow in her eyes.
But that voice and that presence that brought along with it a feeling of safety and reassurance was hard to mistake, it was Menarx without a doubt.
Neveah squinted, shaking her head slightly in a bid to clear her vision, but Neveah's actions only sent her environment spinning and the silhouette before her eyes moved from being a shadow to a blurry shadow.
Neveah opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out, the moment Menarx arrived,
All the strength Neveah had summoned to face Lord Conrad flitted away and all the ravaging pain from before returned in full fold.
"Lord Menarx." Conrad acknowledged in a tone of respect.
